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alas, poor bored sick…

boredom is the numb king as a nation of nations we all fit into like piecing of a great cosmic jigsaw puzzle taking the initiative out of solving the riddle to this cage casting our central nervous selves to raw fields of imagination where anything is possible whether dead or alive or merely stopping by for a drink with the salty gods in from distinct outer realms of this gigantic vast think made real by our hemorrhaging ways waiting inside for the eggs to break, a chrysalis state of the art deflection of our attempts to make certain and obvious the need for discreet attacks and chains to link us all in a microcosmic web of mods and gone-sters hip to the indifference and nihilism voodoo taken to enchanting our present Here as yet another opportunity arises in which the overstimulating volume of an attention attracted gets saturated through with pain and misery as a new suffering born to educate the masses in their wailing infancy tamed, but televised and broadcast generalizations are not going to make anyone Here a worthwhile sMartyr (those convinced they are not a victim, one assured that their concepts of righteousness will never be compromised) wanting to be vindicated in the generations as they ebb and flow as islands floating in an ocean of time perhaps sacrificing any real version of self for the one opinion to stay collectively affected and tethered in this way… dissected shame carving out a personal truth from behind the ears that hear only a bullshit to be purged once we get sick of it taking up the real estate in our heads between those ears infested with then curious and insecure as thumbless and trying to work the gripping machines to achieve removing the prize from the bottom of a trivial task into my cache of treasured things, left stored like a severed heart taken away to relieve the pain of love and loss but transmogrified into mind obtuse in frustration and confusion as we shape art into a new form of compassion by acknowledging the artist within all of us with no overwhelming need to rise above the residual darkness and ignorant offending intrigues of innocent and simple-minded a complex network of functional dim-wittedness fueling condemned progress with blood and emotions, but is fierce nonetheless in protecting what one feels one owns or controls the best as personal test or a challenge that will make a better person out of you yet trying to squeeze ahead as we all run and read through these ‘of courses’ guaranteed by outside forces to assure us that our ideas on doing are not a tainted mess by frozen opinions mimicking a fact or an extensive knowledge of quotable material that may not be as true to anyone else but to those outlooks of that unique guru who should be honest in using this information as the gimmick or tool to change human perspective with a simple technique staking claims evoked upon the energies of others whose enduring loyalty drains them of their true human experience…

Thanks, khet.